Due to the intense busyness surrounding our two Thanksgivings plus the debut of one of by best friends’ shops at a local craft fair, I almost let the week go by without getting a maternity shot. These were taken yesterday at the last minute, and since Isobel was spending time with Grandma and Grandpa she wasn’t available for pictures. Fortunately, Anthony agreed to pose with me. What a good sport! He posed for maternity shots with me last time around the halfway point so it was a nice to keep that record going.
Anthony is a natural for Thrifted Closet shots because he has always shopped thrift stores. In fact, that was one of the first things I noticed about him when I saw him around campus. He wore the sort of thrifted polyester shirts that I loved and looked damn fine in them. Although neither of us are big shoppers we do love to go thrifting together and we’ve always admired each other’s style. He is great about really digging through stuff until he finds stuff that works and he’s made me more patient when it came to looking through clothes. He’s also found some amazing pieces of gore, too.
My parents had to stop by our family’s storage shed and while they were there they picked up my four boxes of maternity clothes that have been languishing there since they were loaned out to my cousin and some of her friends. My cousin started an arrangement that is sort of like what I imagine the Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants to be like, except instead of pants it’s all maternity clothes and the women who have used them don’t necessarily all know each other. My cousin has had the lot of them during both her pregnancies and she’s passed them among her friends, too. Each time we’ve replaced things that have worn out and added to the collection as necessary. They’ve been in our storage since my last little cousin was born, waiting patiently for me to finally get knocked up again.
Many of the clothes in those tubs are geared toward professional work attire, since my cousin and her friends (and once upon a time, me) needed to dress appropriately for a professional work environment. So far I’m doing really well with the clothes I have so I think I’ll cherry-pick what I need (pants, sweaters) and see if I can’t pass on the rest. I’ve already pulled out a pair of jeans I used to live in but they are so loose from my larger size that they don’t stay up very well. Sadness. Here I am somehow still wearing the mystery brown pants I talked about previously. I have a morbid curiosity as to how long I’ll be able to wear them.
The top I bought while on my maternity thrifting trip with Valerie and as soon as I saw it I couldn’t stop giggling. Something about the pastel plaid mixed with the “I’m a tough girl” rolled up sleeves really got me. We started laughing in the middle of the thrift store like a couple of crazy people. You had to be there. Or crazy. Or both.
The bag I’m using is one I meant to talk about last time but totally forgot because that’s what I’m good at lately: forgetting everything. So frustrating. Hello, pregnancy brain! I have not missed you. Anyway, I have two of these super sweet Tempo Travel vinyl bags. This is my favorite bag to use for overnight trips or to tote around books from the library. I have a second, identical one in my closet that is destined to go up in my shop.
Anthony and I can never remain serious in front of a camera together for long. Here’s his attempt at duckface. He’s a miserable failure at it so I think I’m going to have to give him lessons. Though I’m not the best at it either, so I’ll probably have Stefanie (all the way to the right) tutor him.
Poor kid. Elias isn’t even born and we’re already embarrassing him.